Yesterday, when Whitley dropped Smith off for school, Smith ran over precisely to where he had hidden two prized toy dragons, two days earlier, for safe-keeping. I guess it looked as if he had schemed it for days, which I am sure he had. His teacher said, "Yup, Smith is one of our detail-oriented ones." What an interesting choice of words. Then, when she picked him up a few hours later, a different teacher told Whitley, "he is our most detail-oriented kid." Is "detail-oriented" a preschool teacher code word for problem child?
I must admit, Smith's detail-oriented-ness is not a revelation to me. Smith has always a bit, shall I say, persnickety. Since he was a one year-old, he has played with his matchbox cars by lining them in laser-straight rows. At bedtime, he makes me read the copyright and title pages of each book we read. And he has a bathroom ritual (which I won't describe in detail) reminiscent of a superstitious baseball player's sequence of gestures and maneuvers performed each time it's his turn to bat.
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You are now obligated to share the potty ritual. I just finished reading all of those posts, and I laughed so hard I cried. I don't know what else to say - that was hilarious. Keep them coming, please.
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